As soon as the four adopted sons headed by Mao Chenglu entered the house, several of them lay on the ground and kowtowed to Mao Wenlong, saying: "I wish my adoptive father a happy New Year. I wish him a happy new year."

Such an action made Mao Wenlong, who was sitting on the kang, stunned. What kind of song was this?

Wang Yuyan, who came in at this time, reminded in a low voice: "Today is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is the first day of the lunar new year."

Mao Wenlong sighed with emotion and then remembered that it was December 11th of the first year of Tianqi when he traveled through time. After such an uninterrupted battle, today is already thirty. He will be in this Ming Dynasty, this new world,

After the first New Year, it is also the first year after this new life, so according to the previous life, I was forty-six years old, and my current age is one year old. This is really touching, really...

ridiculous.

Since it is the Chinese New Year, it is necessary for the soldiers and the common people to feel the flavor of the New Year, so that during this New Year, everyone can forget their loved ones who left in the war and the pain of losing their homeland. So Mao Wenlong said to Zhang Pan who just came in.

He ordered: "It's New Year's Eve, but I forgot about this matter. Fortunately, Miss Wang Yuyan reminded me that it's not too late. You should immediately allocate enough horse meat and grain in the public treasury. If you can, take out some more."

With our money, we can go to the streets to buy some cloth and distribute it to the people. If everyone can’t make a piece of clothing, we can make new shoe uppers.”

As a result, Zhang Pan, who was in the door and kicked out the door, smiled and replied: "The commander-in-chief is busy with many things every day, and he is busy with dizzying, so this matter will not trouble the commander-in-chief again. I have already made the decision in private, and in public

Curry has used our inventory to ensure that the people will have enough to eat in these three days according to what the commander said. I would like to ask the commander to punish me for this."

Mao Wenlong smiled and waved his hand: "I have already told you about the allocation of public treasury. Unless I have special circumstances, you are in charge. I can rest assured that you will handle the matter. This matter was done very well. How about waiting for me to remember it?

, it will greatly affect the morale of the military and the people."

"Thank you, Commander, for your trust." Zhang Panji expressed his sincere thanks. Appropriate delegation of authority will not only save himself a lot of trouble in trivial matters, but also improve the enthusiasm of his subordinates. Mao Wenlong still understands this.

Mao Xueli also smiled and replied: "I was about to ask my father for instructions and instruct the village chief Li Zheng in the old camp to ask them to mobilize all the women to cut the cloth Zhang Pan just obtained into clothes and make a uniform for our soldiers.

military uniform."

"A unified and complete set of uniforms is a symbol of the regularization of the army. It can also stimulate the soldiers' sense of honor and belonging. This approach is very good." Mao Wenlong nodded in agreement with this approach, but after thinking about it, it was wrong: "

But this requires a lot of cloth, where do these things come from?" This is a big deal, at least for Mao Wenlong's team now. He can't delegate too much power, so he has to ask.

At this time, I was really broke. I knew that with the little money I had, I could barely make shoe uppers for the common people. With so much cloth, it would definitely be a big expense. But especially for my subordinates.

Let the soldiers loot Iron Mountain.

This is not good, not to mention that I want to slowly build this army into a real disciplined force instead of a team that robs the people. Even in the position I am in now, I do not allow myself to indulge the soldiers in looting, because this iron

The mountain belongs to North Korea, and I am just temporarily renting it. If the soldiers really rob the North Koreans, it will be an international event. At that time, North Korea will justifiably report this matter to the court, and then drive me away.

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Seeing Mao Wenlong's confused and wary eyes, Mao Chenglong, who was beside him, came up to his adoptive father with a smile and said: "Father, don't worry, our army is honest now. There is no such thing as looting and replenishment by other armies. These cloths

It was donated to us." Then he looked at Zhang Pan.

"What? There are people here who are collecting donations for us. Don't tease me with this. I know that the reputation of our Ming army is ruined. The people regard us as enemies and treat us with the same attitude.

, worse than treating bandits, it’s too late to hide from us, who will rush Baba to come over and donate money?”

Zhang Pan hurriedly stepped forward to report: "There is something that I was about to report. Just now, a merchant donated a boatload of cloth to us. I came here to report this matter to the commander, but in the middle of the night, a merchant donated a boatload of cloth to us.

I met Brother Mao Zhongming on the road and he asked me to join him. He wanted to ask the commander to take out this batch of cloth and make a uniform set of clothes for the soldiers. I still want the commander to make a decision."

Mao Wenlong pointed to his nose in confusion: "In this day and age, there are still people who actively donate to us? Don't lie to me."

"Shuai Mao, you are really wrong. You don't know it now. You are already well-known in Liaodong and North Korea. You have become a true anti-golden hero. There are so many people who admire you. Isn't that right?"

, a businessman from Suzhou, Jiangnan, who travels between Korea and Japan, heard that you had a great victory on the edge of the forest and killed the slave chief An Feiyanggu at the Xiangguan Formation. He was really ecstatic, so he donated generously to help our team triumph.

The army donated a boatload of green cloth. This is the best Songjiang cotton cloth. It is thick and wide enough to give each of our soldiers a pair of brand-new clothes. Now I would like to ask you to show me."

Mao Wenlong was overjoyed when he heard that his military exploits had begun to spread among the people, which would be of great benefit to his future development.

At the same time, I also lamented the simplicity of these people. Although they usually hated the officers and soldiers to the core, during the Great Patriotic War, as long as the officers and soldiers could do something to protect their homes and country, the people would immediately put aside their past grudges and sincerely support them.

Without saying a word, Mao Wenlong went directly to the ground to put on his shoes: "Put everything else aside and quickly introduce me to this righteous businessman."

Lu Yixue, who came in and joined the army, saw him and hurriedly supported Mao Wenlong: "Shuai Mao, don't be anxious for now. This righteous merchant is afraid of delaying our army's Chinese New Year, so he just sent his men to deliver it. He is still in Busan in the south, saying that before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month

I must come over to see the commander, so you’d better sit down.”

Mao Wenlong had to take his legs back and sit cross-legged in front of the kang table again. He said to the brothers who came in: "Now we are alone overseas and cannot get any supplies from the court. In this way, our future dealings with these merchants will be

It is particularly important, so we must treat them well and respect them, and we must not be slow to treat them."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At this time, other generals arrived one after another, filling the room to capacity. After greeting each other, some took off their shoes and got on the kang, and some stood or sat on the ground.

Of course, Su Qimin and Ding Wenli were allowed to sit down on the kang table opposite Mao Wenlong. When they saw the brazier on the edge of the kang, they both took out a pipe from their arms. Yes, Mao Wenlong was definitely not wrong, it was a pipe.

The pipe was carved from hardwood and rolled in a small cloth bag. When it was taken out, it turned out to be a bag of dry tobacco.

You must have read that right, it was a bag of dry tobacco. After lighting it in the brazier, he smoked it loudly. Then, the whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco that Mao Wenlong wanted to die for.

Such a thing made Mao Wenlong's eyes brighten. He grabbed it unceremoniously, stuffed it into his mouth and took a few puffs. The smell of unprocessed smoke rushed directly into his lungs, and he couldn't adapt to it for a while.

, choked him and coughed violently, but he still couldn't bear to put down the pipe, and kept inhaling until he was completely exhausted, and then he felt comfortable. Under everyone's surprised eyes, he took the pipe off his mouth, and then

He snatched the cigarette bag from Su Qimin's hand and said righteously: "This is a public place, no smoking allowed, so I confiscated yours." Then he put the pipe and cigarette bag directly into his arms.
Chapter completed!